doctors in New York couldn't have saved him;
nor they couldn't have done him much harm
neither. He was too far gone for that."

I walked forward to bathe, and there I saw a
sad bundle, which told its own tale. It was the
corpse sewn up in a hammock, with some
six-pound shot belonging to the one gun of the
schooner, attached, to sink it. An hour afterwards,
a short prayer was said by the captain,
and the body was launched into the sea. I
watched it go down. It went fast—so fast
that it was gone before a dolphin that had
been playing about the bows, and darted out
to see what the splash meant, could reach the
spot.

The incident was a painful one, and conjured
up melancholy reflections. There were only
about a dozen of us in the schooner, reckoning
crew and passengers together, and one was
gone. I could not help thinking how wretched
it would be to lie ill on board that little vessel,
with only a hencoop to rest on, and only the
American doctor for a medical attendant. The
heat was overpowering, and, considering where
we came from, it would have been no great
wonder if we had had a visit from the yellow
fever. Right glad was I, then, when at two P.M.
on the 4th we passed the rock of Ochilla, one of
the Aves Islands, which lies only eighty miles to
the north of La Guaira. Ochilla is about ten miles
in length, and a very dangerous reef projects from
it for two miles in an easterly direction. Twenty
miles off is a sunken rock, not given in the maps,
on which a small vessel was totally lost about a
year before we passed. Her crew had scarcely
time to take to the boats when she foundered.
There are from two hundred to three hundred
tons of guano on Ochilla, which may be worth
twelve pounds a ton. The place had some
interest for me, for one of the claims I was going
out to settle was called the Aves Island claim.
The Americans had gone to a rock of that name,
nearer St. Thomas, to collect guano, and had
been stopped by the Venezuelans, who maintain
that the Aves Islands belong to them. For the
loss caused by this demurrer, the Americans
now claimed one hundred and fifty-five thousand
dollars of the Venezuelan government: a sum
sufficient to have plated the whole rock with
silver instead of guano.

Two hours after passing Ochilla, we saw the
great mountain called La Silla, or "The Saddle,"
which overhangs La Guaira. The Silla is eight
thousand six hundred feet high, and we saw it at
seventy miles' distance. As the sun set, we
discerned the lights at La Guaira, but the wind now
fell, or came only in fitful gusts. At one moment
we were running at the rate of nine knots an
hour, straight, as it seemed, on shore; for the
land, being overshadowed by this stupendous
mountain, appeared much nearer than it was.
The next instant we were becalmed, with all sail
set, and flapping so heavily as to banish sleep
from my eyes. The nigger captain and his crew,
however, being used to it, lay like logs, and we
might have drifted on shore for all they seemed
to care. Morning came at last, and with it a
gentle breeze, which carried us to our anchorage
at La Guaira.

           THE SAYINGS OF SAADI.

ROSE-LEAVES the paper on which Saadi wrote,
His ink red wine from a gold beaker's throat,
Mixed with a lover's tears, distilled from eyes
Which a first love illumined like sunrise.
His magic pen a nightingale's thin beak,
From angel lips Saadi had learned to speak.
These sayings, wisdom, mixed with music's sweet,
He poured like pearls at Giamschid's princely feet:

                  AMBITION
Two dervishes in peace upon one carpet sleep, so
       Sajib sings,
But Asia, yea, the world's too small for two
      contending kings.

                  SUCCESS.
A ruby is a ruby, though it's hid in dust or mire,
But sand's still sand though blown to heaven or
      higher.

                 A SLANDER.
A lie's a feeble weed, till it take root and sprout;
Once grown, and full of fruit, it needs ten yoke of
       bulls to drag it out.

                  AVARICE.
Were all the universe a board heaped up with
       plenteousness,
It would not satisfy the eye of hungry avarice.
Like a rich fruit he'd slice the sun, and ere the meal
      was o'er,
Would frown and whet his eager knife, and straight-
      way ask for more.

                    ENVY.
The envious hate the very sun; but though the
       blessed light
The owls and wolves and bats detest, shall we then
      wish for night?

             SMALL BEGINNINGS.
The spring a single peasant's jug can throw in
        shade,
Feeds the great rolling stream through which no
        elephants can wade.

                    LOVE.
The thorn of parting, red and keen, though it be
        hidden, grows
Beneath the inner heart of hearts of every summer
        rose.

              SEPARATION.
As dripping planks that wash together, and then
       drift away,
So I and thou, my buried love, were parted one
       dark day

A BUNDLE OF SCOTCH NOTES.

THE greatest glory of Scotland is her system
of education. Like the constitution of the
French army, which encourages every private
soldier to feel that he carries in his knapsack
the baton of a field-marshal, the system of
education in Scotland opens the gates of honour to
the very humblest in the land. Opportunities
of education are the birthright of every Scot.
He is born to a share in the teaching of a
parochial school, as he is born to a share in the
air of heaven; and perhaps, all things
considered, the teaching costs him less than the